Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Murder

[Monoxide
First I my escape.
Nothin on papes and live the scene a trace.
I'm dead in her face.
But she see me Im unoticed.
I head to her window for better focus.
Pokus!
I see the door light, I let myself in.
Head of room with plans of murder and mayhem.
There she go, there that lay.
Livin on this to my dismay.
TO PAY!
Palms are sweaty im to vomit.
I grabbed the knife outta my and jab it in her stomach.
Again and again, now she's screamin I care.
But I give a fuck less before she dies I grab her by her blood
hair.
And tell her gonna be allright on my end.
Im glad it happened way, back in my daughters life again.
it a shame?
That it to this.
Life goes on except for one bitch.
Aint it

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Murder Murder. You never heard of it.
in reverse. Bodies in the hurse.
Now your lifes goin we wanted you to die.
Time to your ass goodbye!
ask why.

[Jamie
It was December 24, 97.
on the clock 1:11.
Thinkin bout sendin to heaven.
On the crossroads of faith of a soul in my hands.
I suppose, im wearin dark clothes.
on the sidestreet.
out the scenary.
Make aint nobody seein me.
As I to the trunk of the stolen car.
Up to the door with the crowbar.
So far the fullproof.
All from the booth.
Got the machine.
on the scene.
Kick in the backdoor,
for the family dog, thor!
Kicked him in jaw the workboots.
a couple teeth loose.
Smacked him in the mouth with my duce duce.
I smile!
Break his and watch him piss on kitchen tile.
Never liked him the day he try to play me foul.
Tried to bite me, stab a stake in his head.
So for that mans best friend.
Im all up in the place in the bedroom masterbatin.
Cumin on the sheets and cases.
Fuck bitch, shes just a kunt.
And her mother's but a slut.
Cant to seal her mouth shut.
she returns home from work.
Nice blouse, shirt.
attire.
For hooker for hire.
Throw the on the table said baby are you home.
expect Bones.
alone.
And reachin for the telephone, to call the police.
with the cord, now deceased.
In a of a suffication.
fucked up for demonstration.
Let em I know im many faces.
Now dead in the closet.
Hangin out all the winter clothes.
In the struggle suffered a nose.
But im though.
As I to the bathroom to wash my hands.
Its all of the plan.
Dont you understand, SEE!

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